I am not insane.
I am not insane.
I am not insane.
I am not insane.
I am not insane.
I am not insane.
I am not- my thoughts stop for a moment,
caught in the in between
of clarity and confusion, dark and light,
seeing and blind,
thinking and thoughtless.
When the colorful blankness faded I was left with the white blank walls.
And all I ever wanted was painless
And every moment precious
But the dull fire ball in the sky
Won't stop burning my eyes
Light and dark
Like an old pen making a mark
Clarity and confusion
What an unlikely fusion ,
The throb in my head near concussion
My music is blasting
But the lyrics are fading
And the pain in escalating
My hands fail
And my voice is frail
And no one listens to what I have to tell
No one cares
About the people I've seen
About the voices that scream
I'm the only one on my team
Make a cup of tea
And count to three
The voices ignore my plea
Even after I said please
They ignore my pathetic pleas
I'm begging on my knees
And no one sees
I'm stuck
In the in between
Of sanity and insanity
Monster and humanity
Peace and catastrophe
Can you see me?
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
